| on a grey day, as the city chills |
| cool wind blows in from patch work hills |
| my stomach stretched and milky white |
| upon my single bed i write, |
| on a grey day, reds late at grooves |
| square curtained eyes pair in my room |
| open the window, a breeze seems to say pullin tendons of my hair |
| come out to play |
| on a grey day, i watched you lie, wake up beautiful boy |
| don’t sleep through my cryin' |
| long lashes restin' on sculptured cheeks |
| we take it slow but days turn into weeks |
| on a grey day, i could stay like this forever |
| one naked lavishing the two of us together |
| i’m a snip of a girl, wanting to smother ya skin |
| ya lovin' me but not really lovin' me with in |
| still, destined as the eyes like the rain i see |
| hanging on my fields at the end of my street. |
| you know i’m blockin out, you tell me not to care |
| only needin' ya knowledge, of ya presesence; here. |
| on a grey day, rains sprains through collected clouds, |
| the sky cries as a trickle of tears rain down |
| blinding our emotions, defining our slumber |
| baby gurl in your embrace turns her face, i’m goin' under |
| what am i gonna do with you, he whispers my name |
| and the winds hystirecal sound makes me wonder the same |
| he says i’m not romantic, he tells me i’m sweet, |
| and here he won’t stay with me. |
| on a grey day, i could stay like this forever |
| one naked lavishing the two of us together |
| i’m a snip of a girl, wanting to smother ya skin |
| ya lovin' me but not really lovin' me with in |
| still, destined as the eyes like the rain i see |
| hanging on my fields at the end of my street. |
| you know i’m blockin out, you tell me not to care |
| only needin' ya knowledge, of ya presesence; here. |
| on a grey day, i wandered; clothes damp and cold |
| watchin' umbrellas scurry by my steps, deliberate and slow |
| not really knowin, where i was goin', |
| covered streets, intracet beats, the river flowin' |
| who cares, and who knows? |
| the question mark tattooed, right there on my brain, and baby the artist was |
| you. |
| on a grey day, i could stay like this forever |
| one naked lavishing the two of us together |
| i’m a snip of a girl, wanting to smother ya skin |
| ya lovin' me but not really lovin' me with in |
| still, destined as the eyes like the rain i see |
| hanging on the fields at the end of my street. |
| you know i’m blockin out, you tell me not to care |
| only needin' ya knowledge, of you here. |
| on a grey day, like this i could stay like this forever |
| one naked lavishing the two of us together |
| i’m a snip of a girl, wanting to smother ya skin |
| but you don’t love me within |
| still, destined as the eyes like the rain i see |
| hanging on my fields at the end of my street. |
| you know i’m blockin out, you tell me not to care |
| only needin' needin' needin' you, here. |
| oh here x 2 |
| needin' you, needin' you, needin' you here. |
| oh whoa, whoa on this grey, grey, grey, grey, grey day. |